Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 458 - 123: 23 Years Cleansing the Mortal World (3/5)

From 300 li away, Capital Commandant Gong Rui, who had rushed over after receiving military orders from the army camp, had not yet met the local County Magistrate and was already clad in armor, leading the soldiers from the camp to patrol within the city.

The County Magistrate, who had been apprehensive, felt a chill rise up his spine when he saw the imposing and mighty presence of a hundred soldiers, yet he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that the heroes of the world were nothing more than this, and the situation in the city was now worry-free. By noon, it was time to receive these soldiers and cleanse them of the dust of travel.

He had intended to host them at his own residence and prepare some good dishes.

There were also beautiful maids from his clan in his residence, ensuring he wouldn’t lose face in front of this mid-ranking General. However, Gong Rui declined the County Magistrate’s kind offer and took the fierce soldiers to the "Guest Arrival Pavilion" in the city instead.

This restaurant was indeed good, and it was located less than half a street away from where the people of Jianghu stayed, clearly visible at a glance, seemingly to mingle with those Jianghu people and show off their prowess.

The County Magistrate was dumbfounded by this act of the General, which nearly provoked the people of Jianghu, but thinking that they ultimately relied on this General, he clenched his teeth, brought the masters from his clan, and followed along.

This move somewhat surprised Gong Rui; he had a slightly better opinion of the County Magistrate who had been seeking help from the camp and had been maneuvered around for a long time to transfer a hundred elite troops here.

Not so cowardly.

The Military Commander evaluated in his heart.

The fierce soldiers merely sat on the first floor.

Gong Rui and several county officials, including the original defending General of the city, now his Deputy General, got some food and drink on the upper floors.

Gong Rui did not drink and was still wearing his heavy armor, not separated from his weapons, even at that moment. The County Magistrate admired his majestic appearance and expressed his feelings, saying,

"Lately, those people from Jianghu have been fiercely dangerous, and there are few martial artists in the city with profound martial skills. If it weren’t for the General’s arrival, I wouldn’t know what to do."

Gong Rui smiled and said, "You flatter me, sir."

"Such affairs in Jianghu have not been absent in the past, and it’s not like any real problems have occurred."

Hearing this, the County Official sighed, drank two cups of wine by himself, and poured out his bitterness, saying,

"General, you may not know, it used to be alright. With the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect pressing down, the numerous sects, although still fighting each other covertly, dared not make too big of a scene. But now, that old swordsman is already eighty-six, how many more days can he live?"

"The sects previously suppressed are becoming restless."

Gong Rui already knew these things, so he did not point them out at this moment, merely listening to the County Official complain. At the end, he even chuckled and said, "According to what you’ve said, sir, wouldn’t it be better if they just started fighting earlier, so we could settle down sooner?"

The County Official sighed, "That would indeed be better."

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"The most annoying situation is now, with tensions high, but no action yet."

"But once the fighting starts, with only Elder Hong Hui in the city, I fear it will be perilous, I have met that Elder several times in the past, he restrains himself and upholds manners, truly cognizant of the big picture, but such a person is going to be plunged into this danger, truly a pity."

"And once Elder Hong Hui is gone, the Heavenly Sword Sect, already like a setting sun, will have even harder times."

At that moment, Gong Rui’s expression suddenly changed slightly.

The County Official noticed the odd expression of the middle-aged General in front and, curious, also turned his eyes to look.

On the stone-paved road below, where there was a tea stall, vendors, carriages, and pedestrians, among the innermost layer of carriages and pedestrians, a blue and white sword robe was somewhat conspicuous, worn by a somewhat corpulent middle-aged man with a stern face.

The man held a sword in his hand.

Walking towards here, his steps were extremely steady, yet seemed to suppress the very sky.

The voice of the County Magistrate stalled in his throat as he widened his eyes.

Capital Commandant Gong Rui raised his eyebrows, seeing that this person had come alone, and felt a sense of curiosity.

Below, brought from the camp, the elite iron soldiers who could fight ten each filled the tables, their weapons still on their persons, their murderous aura forced others to keep their distance.

This Elder of the Sword Sect, known for being strict and conscientious, adhering rigidly to rules, had come here, to this place of numerous sects, what was he doing here?

It would be best if he caused a disturbance.

That way, he could drive out all these Jianghu martial artists from the city in one fell swoop, a considerable military achievement.

Watching the somewhat corpulent middle-aged man, Gong Rui’s eyes were eager.

Hong Hui stopped in front of the restaurant. He watched the Jianghu martial artists inside drinking boisterously, and they also saw him. In this place, wearing the blue and white robe of the Heavenly Sword Sect was really too eye-catching.

But they showed no hint of fear or apprehension, instead drinking even more merrily. Some, even drunk, spewed filthy words from their mouths, drawing bursts of laughter.

They knew, they always knew.

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s Hong Hui was known for handling things by the book, adhering strictly to rules, and now, would he dare to come in?

In the eyes of ordinary folks, the once imposing Heavenly Sword Sect was already a mansion that leaked air.

The rooftop was about to collapse.

They drank more joyfully.

Hong Hui stood still, watching the five-story restaurant, feeling gazes fall on him, his expression calm.

Now, even his last concerns had been let go.

The sword qi in the young man’s sword case behind him was no less than his own.

He slowly raised his head, visually assessing the city’s most luxurious and imposing restaurant, amid the filthy words ringing in his ears.

Hong Hui closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes, showing not the slightest hesitation, he pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door and stepped inside.

The noise inside the restaurant instantly vanished.

The previously arrogant martial artists from various sects looked as if they had been punched hard in the face, seeing stars, their bodies stiff as they watched the fastidious swordsman, not daring to make a single move, looking rather comical.

Hong Hui did not look at these martial artists with inferior martial skills, mere baits. He passed by the stiff-bodied men, occasionally softly saying thanks, and stepped onto the staircase.

His steps were very steady.

Step by step, he walked upwards.

It was as though he was stepping on everyone’s hearts, causing their faces to turn pale and cold sweat to break out on their foreheads.

Why would he be here?!

How could he come? How dare he come?

Didn’t he know that the Heavenly Sword Sect had already reached the end of its fortune? Now if it were them, they should be desperately supporting that pitiful family base, they should pray to an Immortal, useful or not, hoping the old man could live a few more years.

Hong Hui continued to the fifth floor, his pace not changing in the slightest.

In front of the pricy pavilion on the fifth floor, a swordsman dressed in black and holding a sword had been waiting for Hong Hui. Seeing the stern-faced man truly appear before him, he was surprised, yet did not feel any fear, firstly because there were not a few experts here.

Secondly, the Army of Great Qin was still outside, and with many martial artists around, any disturbance would inevitably hurt the innocent. Prevention before it happened, under such circumstances, Great Qin would surely intervene to stop the fighting, thus the saying, having reliance without fear, his right hand touching the longsword’s hilt, he said indifferently,

"You actually dared to come."

"Indeed, a bit more imposing than the Elders of rumors, but if you want to beg for mercy, please go back."

"Of course, if you wish to exchange swordsmanship, I am willing to accept."

Hong Hui remained silent, then suddenly looked up and sighed softly, murmuring,

"I haven’t walked this path in twenty-three years, indeed there is much to clear away."

Right hand lifted.

In ’Guest’s Pavilion’, Gong Rui was drinking tea when he suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp.

The broadsword at his waist kept wailing nonstop.

Across half a street in the tavern, the high-rise pavilion on the fifth floor instantly shattered, a figure floated down with a sword in the right hand, the longsword elongated, while the left hand clutched a head with eyes wide open in disbelief.

At the same time, no less than five figures tumbled out, landing on the ground, already breathless.

There was a sword mark on each throat, sharply striking.

The entire street was instantly silent.

In the clattering noise, the robust soldiers of Great Qin who were initially sitting at the round table on the first floor stood up abruptly, the continuous sound of arming echoed, bringing a forest of deadly intent, the numerous crossbow bolts aimed at the somewhat stout middle-aged man on the street.

Gong Rui gripped his sword and took big steps forward,

His eyes full of shock, looking at Hong Hui.

Has this man gone mad?!

Showing off his power now would only bring about fatal disaster and harm his sect.

The Heavenly Sword Sect already didn’t have many years left.

Recuperating was the right path.

Holding the head, Hong Hui stood tall, took a deep breath, his right hand tightened on the sword, and suddenly swept it horizontally, the Sword Intent vast like a dragon, wildly unrestrained, instantly sweeping everything to the sides, accompanied by the ringing sound of swords, shooting into the sky, below, the armor of over a hundred armored men shattered instantly.

The shards of black armor clinked and clattered, covering the ground.

Gong Rui stopped abruptly, seeing the middle-aged swordsman whose hair seemed slightly grayer like seeing a sword, his eyes rigidly raised towards the tavern, where the shopkeeper and the waiter had fallen to the ground, their bodies trembling non-stop, a layer of people from Jianghu all bloodied, breathless.

Gong Rui’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, he was stunned and speechless, opening his mouth, he gritted his teeth and said:

"The Sword of Burning Life..."

"Madman, madman!"

He was already unspeakably horrified.

Hong Hui turned around, glanced at him, casually threw the head on the ground, his right hand tightened on the sword, and walked calmly out of the city gate.

Towards the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

His expression was stern.

With that young man who bore the guqin, he no longer needed to have any concerns.

That young man was enough to protect them on their way to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The path would be very smooth, very smooth.

He thought so.

After adjusting his breath for seven days, his energy flowed backwards.

The feeling of unloading a heavy burden was truly wonderful...

He looked at the distant and somewhat illusory gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wang Anfeng could barely guess the conspiracies and schemes, how could he not? But as a disciple, how could he let his elders take risks for him again, if something happened to the Elder, the Heavenly Sword Sect would truly be done.

Thus, he fixed a later date with the sect through a secret letter, one day later than now.

But as a master, he would safely escort his disciples and successors into it, this time bringing these elite disciples out was to resonate with the relics left by the previous generation of Heavenly Sword, and then...

The rest would be his responsibility.

He looked up, gazing at the majestic imaginary gate, murmuring:

"With a longsword and a shout, leaning against Kunlun."

"Twenty-three years."

"This path indeed needs a good clearing..."

Step by step he moved forward, his movements slow yet fast, becoming smoother and smoother, no one behind daring to make a move.